| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: It had been rumoured since Friday that there was a fiddler aboard,
who lay sick and unmelodious in Steerage No. 1; and on the Monday
forenoon, as I came down the companion, I was saluted by something in
Strathspey time. A white-faced Orpheus was cheerily playing to an
audience of white-faced women. It was as much as he could do to
play, and some of his hearers were scarce able to sit; yet they had
crawled from their bunks at the first experimental flourish, and
found better than medicine in the music. Some of the heaviest heads
began to nod in time, and a degree of animation looked from some of
the palest eyes. Humanly speaking, it is a more important matter to
play the fiddle, even badly, than to write huge works upon recondite
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Happy Prince and Other Tales by Oscar Wilde: was so rudely interrupted. I hate rudeness and bad manners of
every kind, for I am extremely sensitive. No one in the whole
world is so sensitive as I am, I am quite sure of that."
"What is a sensitive person?" said the Cracker to the Roman Candle.
"A person who, because he has corns himself, always treads on other
people's toes," answered the Roman Candle in a low whisper; and the
Cracker nearly exploded with laughter.
"Pray, what are you laughing at?" inquired the Rocket; "I am not
laughing."
"I am laughing because I am happy," replied the Cracker.
"That is a very selfish reason," said the Rocket angrily. "What
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo: in front of her, at the foot of a rose-draped bed, knelt Zoie.
She was trying the effect of a large pink bow against the lace
flounce of an empty but inviting bassinette.
"How's that?" she called to Aggie, as she turned her head to one
side and surveyed the result of her experiment with a critical
eye.
Aggie shot a grudging glance at the bassinette. "I wish you
wouldn't bother me every moment," she said. "I'll never get all
these things finished."
Apparently Zoie decided that the bow was properly placed, for she
applied herself to sewing it fast to the lining. In her
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